Distances happen. They're an inevitable part of life, really. Sometimes we have to move away, sometimes we drift apart.
The deal with long distances is, you can't afford to be weak. Not because it's a sign of you being a wuss, but mostly because it's futile. Your being upset over them not being here, won't bring them to you. It only serves to ruin your nights, and to confuse the other person, who currently is living a completely separate life and can't really help you out either. This doesn't only apply to the girlfriend-boyfriend love. People who've been staying away from family would well understand this. But of course, that's another thing that makes long distances challenging. Odds are that you haven't met each other in over six months, but you've grown used to their routine and significantly adjusted your own to the same. So even a slight change tends to throw the other off balance, inducing feelings of loneliness, and an oppressive sense of being too far away, even if the other person's geographically closer. Being in a long distance relationship for too long ensures that you have a defense mechanism ready to be deployed at a moment's notice. You need to, for you can't be wailing and yearning for their comforting presence every night when you settle down for bed. You know you'd have to fetch the Saridon yourself, when all you need is a mother's hug to calm you down. And some unnecessary irritating lecture on how mobile and laptop is the root cause of your headache.
What's the best defense? Hmm.
NEVER BARE YOUR SOUL TO ANYBODY. But then what about that priceless vulnerability that comes with loving someone freely? Is that unleashed, unbridled experience worth the loss of power over your own self? Of knowing there are no secrets, no mysteries left? The feeling of wanting to reinvent yourself, and knowing the other person can see right through your facade?
It is. If there's a fair balance of sharing. It's scary and unnerving if things fall apart.
